The day her in-laws are over I happened to knock on my neighbor’s door. She invites me into her home. I am introduced to her mother-in-law — a peppy powerhouse Yemenite — and her father-in-law — a strong broad man in a wheelchair who can’t speak a word.
The father-in-law has an attendant who takes care of all his physical needs. During the visit I saw the attendant pick him up and help him lie down on the couch. For each small activity he is carefully and painstakingly helped and held.
All that remains in his active control is the expression in his eyes.
I sit for about an hour in the kitchen because my neighbor’s mother-in-law likes to talk.
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